Kirby was sort of at a loss. With Emmeline in the hospital and all of the ingredients he could have collected as of yet already harvested, he found himself without much to do. He waited. The money from the Ministry had been a perk, but he had also took up a job mowing muggle's lawns to prepare for Emmeline's return- he preferred the manual labor. It made him feel alive, like a man, providing for himself and his little family (Emmeline and their newlywed friends) with the sweat and toil of his own back and arms. That was they way that someone really, truly lived. Only then could someone truly be free.
So now, with time on his hands and money in his pocket, Kirby wandered up and down the sunny road of Hogsmeade, trying to find a crowd or something that would strike his fancy. He had no real plans, just to look and search and browse and seek and explore and think. These were the things Kirby found important in life, the things that drove him, that kept moving him forward, pushing and pulling him through the vast depths of the world. Or something like that.
He had reached the Three Broomsticks when he stumbled upon a beautiful young girl, a book cradled in her hands. Ah, there was that familiar southward stirring. Emmeline was in the hospital. she could not find someone else, but... but what? What difference was it if he briefly left her and she found herself a new man now or later. He would still pay for her bills, let her live with them... Besides. He just thought this girl was pretty. She probably had nothing in her head.
Still, he walked over and sat next to her. "Can I inquire as to what you are reading?"